Page 38 of Fast Break
“Oh? How?”
“Like this,” I reply, pressing up against him and taking over his mouth. JT groans underneath me, his hands sliding up into my hair as I push forward, feeling the outline of him firming against me. I dip my hand under his shirt as he pushes back against me and it’s my turn to moan.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I murmur, pushing my tongue into his mouth and gripping his jaw to angle his face just the way I want him. His response is garbled as I plunge my tongue into him, no idea how I’m supposed to make it out of this broom closet with my sanity intact.
JT is breathing fast, hips pressed tight against me and sending all thoughts of rationality out of my head. The hand that was teasing his abs drops down to grab a handful of his peachy ass and I haul him in tighter against me. He whimpers in my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes out as he tips his head back against the door and I let him grind on me. I have no idea how I am going to hold this thing back between us. I want him so bad. He has no idea how much I want him, how I’d drop to my knees right here and now if I wasn’t keenly aware that his first blowjob should take place somewhere better than a dusty broom closet that smells of industrial disinfectant.
It's enough to make me draw on all the willpower of humanity and pull myself back from him, disappointment painting his face when he realises I am pulling on the breaks. I leave him breathless, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
“You don’t play fair.”
“On the contrary, JT,” I return. “I am trying to be very fair here. I’m just realising I made a big error of judgement in my self-control.”
“Yeah, it is rather big,” he quirks back at me before I splutter a laugh.
“You’re cheeky,” I retort, nipping at his earlobe. “I love it.”
“I’m also desperate,” he returns with a whimper. “How am I supposed to go to class like this?”
“Just think of your grandparents having sex,” I suggest. JT gasps in horror.
“Do you mind?” he huffs.
I chuckle as I lean my head up against the door, sucking in some air as I try to calm my own racing heart and cool my body down. I have Advanced English up next and I’m pretty sure Ms Gunn will not be impressed if I rock up like this. I am well aware there is a very quick, very simple solution to both our predicaments, but I close my mind to that and think of nasty things.
JT lets out a deep sigh beside me and I turn and grin at him. I’ve left him in a right state with his hair mussed and his shirt untucked and I feel both uplifted and mean for it.
“Good luck with basketball tonight,” I tell him as he tucks his shirt back in.
“Thanks,” he replies. “What are you doing tonight?”
“I’m heading out with the boys. Probably to the city or South Wharf,” I tell him, ignoring the little pout to his mouth which I’m sure could be summed up in a word that starts withJand ends inacebut I don’t want to give those ideas any oxygen. “And Saturday I have a cousin’s twenty-first birthday thing so I won’t be around then either.”
“Will you message me?” he asks, a hint of vulnerability in his question.
“Of course,” I tell him, pecking a kiss on his lips. He smiles at me then, that cute, shy smile that I am starting to live for. “You in a fit state to leave the closet?”
“Literally or metaphorically?” he quirks back.
“Let’s just go with physically for now,” I say, not wanting to spook him as I try to tame his wayward curls.
“Then yes, I think I’m fit for polite company again. No thanks to you, Quinn Dayton,” JT returns, standing to his full height.
“Happy to be of service,” I grin, tipping an imaginary hat and squeezing his sexy ass before I open the door and push him out. He cries out in protest but I just chuckle, giving him a head start before I duck out into the corridor myself, relieved to find it empty.
***
JT has me so pent up. I’m going out of my mind. I can’t gethimout of my mind. We spend the entire weekend texting each other. Most of it’s just full of sweet nothings but sometimes he’ll text something really flirty and I combust. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve had to jack myself off this week. I think I’m on a personal record.
Yes, I know there’s a simple solution to my predicament and I’m all but certain JT would greenlight anything more happening between us. But I wasn’t lying to him when I said he was sweet and special. He really is and I feel it is my duty to treat him like he deserves. Even though he’s walked away from his upbringing, I can see how that environment has shaped him, and I want to be respectful of that.
Somehow I know it’s not going to be a simple hookup with JT. At the same time, I’m equally aware it will be a hook of another kind. I already feel myself falling hard for him. Falling hard and falling fast and I don’t want it to stop.
And that is why I ignore my naughty desires when I finally get my hands on JT later the next week. I treat him just the same as I have since the day we first kissed, heating things up and then pulling the breaks. Even if that is starting to make walking away from him harder and harder each time.
And yeah, I heard it.
